Dancing With Vapors

Dancing with the vapors in the sky
Telling lies all through the night
Embracing the current liberal lie
Hate-filled passions about to ignite

Your soul in danger of the burning fire
Hate so deep you know not what to do
A wrath filled seed in a demon’s desire
Forced to rationalize away what's true

A whispered word of insolence brings
Soft murmurings of a never ending song
Reaping the fear from righteous things
As Satan draws you close where you belong

You babble about the liberal way
You capture hate and lose control
Of your soul, what more can I say
The end to a blighted, noxious soul

Red

He lays beside you, while you sleep.
He’s easy, simple and, oh, so cheap.

He keeps you warm and satisfied.
He’ll never tell you that he lied.

Promises are made to make you think
He is your friend, he says with a wink.

For those of us who don’t understand,
You blame it on our evil plan.

You say he’s great in loving praise.
We ask how much to you he pays.

You yell and scream and call us fools,
Accusing us of breaking liberal rules.

We tell you plainly and so very clear,
To your liberal rules, we do not adhere.

You scream some more and start to cry,
Such liberal rules to all apply.

The one you sleep with told you so,
Since he’s the ONE, he should know.

Again you attack with words of hate,
But by then it’s much, much too late.

The One has called you from the rear,
You say he did, but we did not hear.

We look at you with scornful doubt.
You’re all deaf, again you shout.

We see some red inside your house
And wonder if it was just a mouse.

We hear you whisper words of praise
And walk inside as if in a daze.

We see again the red wrapped thing
And hear strange bells start to ring.

We watch as a red engulfs your face
And covers everything that’s in your place.

We hear you sing and hum a song
Of pleasures here both weak and strong.

We see the pitch fork and feel the fire
And realize it’s time for us to retire.

He lays beside you, while you sleep.
He’s easy, simple and, oh, so cheap.

Idiocracy

Behind the wall where liberals dwell
Lives podunk dhimmi in servitude
Drinking wine from the messiah’s spell
A hate-filled clone with an attitude

He screams for blood each day he lives
From those who know and say what’s true
He’ll send his prose to all who gives
words of love for Obama’s crew

He is a coward who speaks not at all
When truth comes up and slaps his face
He’ll scream and yell then drop the ball
Running away to his hiding place

He sits around and hopes for change
As he rants and raves against honesty
For the Chosen One it does seem strange
Would choose his staff of such idiocracy

Demented Dreams

Your boiling hate demanding voice
As if in sleep’s demented dreams
The liberal phantoms bring you choice
But not of truth or so it seems

The hatred deep within your core
Pressed upward to a demented mind
You try to hide with lies galore
From we who are normal humankind

Your shrouded voice comes and goes
With hate-filled lies, a thin facade
You write in clipped and ignorant prose
Of things you believe of your Obama god

An empty suit, Obama, some would say
A con man conned all fools like you
An evil soul who waits to play
A game so flawed you’ll think it true

So many bowed with mouths that dripped
Of ignorance now both known and seen
He cannot speak without a script
As his eyes move up and down the screen

He knows that each of you
Rejects the things misunderstood
So he feeds you stuff that is not true
Knowing you’ll never do what’s good

You think he’s great but cannot tell why
Since your medication must be all out
It’s easy for him to speak his lie
Proving once more your brain’s in doubt

The Scent Of Utopia

The scent of your lies lingers in the air,
A socialist utopia far away somewhere.
A place where all are forced to agree,
On the liberal edicts against liberty.

With your mouth covered in Obama lies,
An evil sparkles in your blood-shot eyes.
Obama speaks again with a voice of gold,
“Your thoughts are mine, your bought ‘n sold.”

Your obeisance shimmers on the liars’ pond;
You have no thoughts on the world beyond.
Mush-filled brains in this utopian place;
There’s nothing written on your ignorant face.

You repeat the lies that come your way
And think you’re brilliant in what you say.
Your empty voice reeks of novocaine air,
Thinking there’s still a utopia somewhere.

Nonchalance

In lies they don’t realize
Just how evil they are
Nonchalant to idealize
Their blackened souls ajar

Evil eyes hypnotized
By their own hateful slime
Righteous only to disguise
Disgusting sinful grime

Greedy eyes seek the prize
In this they’re all alone
This, of course, no surprise
Reaping what they have sown

They must revise they soon surmise
Their anger and their hate
For the one is gone they did despise
With no one now to desecrate

Their hate defies these stupid guys
For who they really are
The failure comes as each one tries
To be spectacular

Hatred Perverse

A world without hatred perverse
Would be a place no liberals traverse

Eight years of hate, lies and smears were fine
Reverse the events and listen to the liberals whine

An empty suit elected in waves of deceit
The loss of reality hoping for final defeat

A brother so full of hatred he’s lost his way
Thinking the lies were true to reality’s dismay

Eight years of hate, lies and smears so sordid
No more words of attack he yelled then recorded

Such words of cowardice ring true to the source
Liberal hate floating on a sea of no remorse

Lie and spread the filth in the name of the messiah
Success means the end of debate just ask Jeremiah

Ignorance illuminated among liberal sheep
Unable to say who is awake and who is asleep

Born at the alter of Satan’s dominion on earth
The messiah walks proudly in religious mirth

Too dumb to see truth braced by their lies
They move quickly to bring America’s demise
 
Frightfully stupid, insipidly lame
Liberals share hatred as if in a game

No chant of victory will save hateful souls
As Satan has spoken and each liberal knows

Whispering Lies

The liar in you is where he wants to be
Whispering lies from the DNC
In a world of hate you live quite free
Fanning the flames by your hate-filled plea

The law doesn’t apply unless you agree
Minorities are different than you and me
They live in the evil American society
Victims to be coddled by the bourgeoisie

Socialism works just wait and see
Obama’s the one you both agree
He’ll fix all the flaws for liberty
Except for the ones who disagree

The liberals know all about the economy
They’ll throw it away in a spending spree
As long as you vote and will agree
To keep them in power in ole DC

The Beast

Dark tinted steam from the mouth of the beast
You smell it, drink it and keep it in your mind
The caressing lies of empty words that feast
On the liberal brain, lacking logic of any kind

You sit among the morbid dead without reason
Claiming victory as you embrace the beast
Goodness gone you blamed it on the season
But hatred for hatred’s sake can not be released

For eight long years your brain cells belched out
The lies that floated in your personal sewer
Suddenly by magic you forget what it’s all about
“No more politics” as if from an innocent viewer

All that was intricate and false suddenly disappears
And thus your lies and hate are no longer needed
The beast now sits where once you sent hate spears
Your lies it seems have at once been superseded

Dead End Trail

It’s a dead end trail
Liberals and socialists
Choose for their tale
With hate-filled fists

Never successful
Terribly destructive
Willful and hateful
Yet so seductive

The ground is swollen
With bodies of victims
Broken and stolen
By socialist whims

No time in history
Has socialism succeeded
Only death without glory
Where it has proceeded

Why think you fools
Can overcome what’s true
When your messiah rules
On a four-year-long screw

Cesspools

To the liberals I weep my tears
In their cesspools so dark.
The lies they spread for years,
For logic as usual missed its mark

Their evil brains knew not what’s true
Their hearts were left half-dead;
For logic's light long overdue,
Replaced by liberal dark instead.

So dumb, so dumb like little sheep
They for the socialist sought.
Ask those who failed now weep,
A hundred million lost and distraught.

At times end when we pay our dues,
And reason why we told the lies,
The liberals will cry and try to excuse,
Their hate-filled words and dumb disguise.

They’ll sing the song that all fools do
When faced with their reality.
They didn’t know, what was really true
So they walked the road of immorality.

No Atonement

Clear memories of your lies
Still flicker on my screen
Cowardice arrives no surprise
Stone cold silence still the theme

Fifty two is a stomp
Fifty one a divide
Math in a liberal swamp
Where the lie is the guide

Challenged statements of hate
Not once, not twice but thrice
As cold silence rolls over your fate
Your integrity is the sacrifice

You demand a stoppage of true
As your messiah takes his throne
The truth will not be stopped by you
Nor will this silence your lies atone

Jerk

I wasn’t born to be a jerk
Ignorance was not my crown
I studied hard to get this perk
In this position of liberal clown

I hate those who argue with me
My greatness is my own design
What I state all must agree
Brilliant words expressed so divine

My ability to rationalize
All the truth that smacks my face
Becomes easier each day full of lies
Gone my integrity without a trace

My insightful views like an arrow
Piercing deep into philosophy’s heart
In our brilliant future for hate to sow
As our messiah next year will start.

He’ll prove by his great advances
The wisdom in our righteous cause
As we share in the terrorists’ dances
The end of America and her flaws

Smiling, talking, playing the king
With cowardice as his friend
As eyes sparkle and lips sing
On him everyone can depend

I love this guy for what he said
Words spoken clearly not routine
His words of wisdom live in my head
But please don’t ask me what they mean

Ghastly Specters

The gloom rises slowly over the Chosen land of yore
Ghastly specters haunt the dreams of the innocent poor
There is nothing but darkness and gloom not like before
Hate enraged hoards march as death comes to every door

Through the dark a figure stands, “we are the one open the door”
Taunting those who oppose his deeds. you must to him adore
The hoards arrive and they move rapidly through the door
Blood soaks the carpeting as flesh is strewn upon the floor

The Chosen One is kind and considerate as he watches from the door
Love flows from the butchers’ knives as they cut and cut some more
Blood flows and the room now is colored in a bright crimson decor
Their job done, the hoard salutes and moves slowly through the gore

In the gloom as the land sleeps, fleeing conscience outward creeps,
The Chosen One moves rapidly to destroy his foes as he sweeps
Across the land he hates with utterly indecipherable words or bleeps
As death reigns down on those he hates as bodies pile up in heaps

“I just want us to get along” he whispers to those who ask him why
And try to make sense of the disasters that is now before them lie
They see and hear their friends in anguish as they slowly die
At the hands of the Chosen One whom they thought was their ally

Tis but a small inconvenience to rid the earth of those who would
Disagree with my world of peace and harmony - the ultimate good
How dare you who are left even question me - is that understood?
It is not yours to question so be happy in your own victimhood”

And with the dawn of the new age falling, corruption seizes the land
The cabinet now sitting with the Chosen One sucks up a thousand grand
Whispering words of wisdom designed to complete their evil plan
Terrors in the wind reign down on those who bought the One’s great brand

From the gutters of the world, a thousand bombs are heard exploding
With the body parts a’flying Biden’s words now seem more foreboding
Twas the bombing by his friends who had told him of their siding
Will his end last longer than his start as the situation starts eroding

Now we’re all a bunch of zombies smiling when we’re told we oughta
The Chosen One has won and we now belong to Allah
The dhimmis are all happy and they’ve thrown a party gala
The rest of us just watch and wait for the coming of our valhalla

If You Were Right

If you were right
And out of sight
You’re not

You’d not lie
And loudly cry
You forgot

You spread your crap
And are the sap
You tell

The noise becomes
The muffled drums
Of hell

The lies you told
Are now quite old
You too

The liberal way
Won’t let you say
What’s true

Wagering Your Soul

Oh, fleckless one in this your daunting task
To tell the truth and admit you’ve been wrong
On issues you have failed to grasp
And understand their evil fleeting song

Help not yourself to Satan’s glory
Bypass such spendor-rigged words of praise
They swamp your mind with promised endings
While ripping away the fragile lining of your days

You murder children as they sleep
In mother’s kind and gentle nest
You smile and soak the weak ones’ blood
From floors of white that reel in protest

Your new god-king now prepares his throne
As blood of babes drips from his darkened hand
He smiles and talks of tolerance rising
Amidst a desire to take his full command

He talks of peace and joy among the nations
As he seeks the approval from below
He strips the rights of those who live at home
In the name of the new messiah and his show

You lick the sweat from his imagined glory
Giving obeisance to the chosen one
You bought his shit and all his garbage
Without a blink the end has just begun

Your fear of debate on all the issues
Proves a podunk you surely are
Can’t see the truth for all the lies
You’ve spread daily wide and far

Please celebrate your new beginning
Drink it up and let the victory flow
You’ve wagered your soul for the new messiah
But, alas, He already came two thousand years ago 

I Dare Not

I can not
Dare not
Discuss, said he
The issues
To any degree

I must not
Will not
Accept, said he
The facts
Unless they from the DNC

I hope not
Dream not
Reality, said he
I fear
For my sanity

I Can Not

I can not
Should not
Respond, said he
To truth
With no integrity

I best not
Can not
Read, said he
The truth
To gain my liberty

I shall not
Will not
Admit, said he
The lies
Of my fraternity

Is There Hate

Is there hate among the liberals
A question asked of the Little Dhimmi
No, no he said it is all about principals
It’s you who hate because you dared ask me

The Dhimmi then wrote a poem of verse
It was poorly constructed and quite oblique
In fact the poem was quite perverse
Admitting stone cold silence was his schtick

His hate-filled head could not respond
To challenges to his own dumb words
He hemmed and hawed way beyond
The reaches of the highest flying birds

His answer to my simple query
Proved his own hate-filled despair
This hateful poison should make one wary
Of what he thinks is good and fair

Is there hate among the liberals
A question asked fair and square
The Dhimmi like all hateful radicals
Attacked the one who dared declare

The P-Word Triumphant

The P-word living the American lie
He never got caught in his secret life
Of touching games to try to get high
Destroying worlds in hateful strife

He has a voice of lustful charm
A badgering, controlling force
To bring the victims his ugly harm
By touching, licking and even worse

The proof of this his awful attacks
Is based on known careful research
You doubt my words or want the facts
Go to the internet and do your search

A Blubbering Clown

Closing his eyes to hide my predictions first
He sends an email trying to close my lips
As his hate filled temper forces his head to burst
From the stone cold silence his mouth gently sips

He tells me to go find the answers myself
But I did not lie nor did I spread
The evil smears from Satan himself
For the power to gain and get ahead

The stone cold silence rises loudly high
Above ignorant words written down
He has no proof nor does he even try
To find the truth as a blubbering clown

There is no proof for his lying smears
Never was nor will there ever be
The lies were not but liberal cheers
Of hate-filled greed to steal liberty

What's next on this idiot's roster?
The P-word used to show a dunce
How stupid and ignorant it is to foster
A lie without giving evidence once

Song of Obama

Obama is my father;
I no longer have to bother.
He giveth me all the tax:
Ripping off those who work to the max. 
He makes us all socialists
By forcing us into his righteousness.
Yea, though I don’t want to I must kiss his feet,
Or be faced with his thugs at my door to meet.
I will fear his evil,
For his is the primevil.
His rod and staff shall beat me
Into submission to give me liberty.
He will prepare for me a cell,
Making for me a living hell,
Unless I give up my freedom to speak
Against his fascism with factual critique.
He anointest himself with foreign oil
To insure we suffer daily on our own soil.
He appeases our enemies with his fluff,
As they kill and maim us with their stuff.
Surely evil and hate will follow us along,
As Obama insures we will never again be strong.

Bleached By Denial

He walks among the living dead
A soul bleached by his own denial
And thrust among the living to revile
The very path he now must tread

He gave in to the hate-filled reason
Of fear, regret and personal greed
Following those who filled his need
Of phony caresses for a sweeter season

He walks in angers’ darkened shade
In hopes the truth touches not his face
This fear is based on his own disgrace
Of choices earlier in life he made

The choices he made cannot be undone
So each morning he fills his hate-filled cup
And slurps the miserable red liquid up
As his eyes look away from the rising sun

Like maggots eating stinking rotten meat
He wallows in the garbage of hate and disgust
Never thinking beyond his personal distrust
Of people with whom he will share defeat

He reeks of pampered criminal deceit
In billowing rants of liberal lies
No truth has he in the rising cries
Of self-deluded words in the fate they meet

His passionate hatred in the red worn mist
Rises above sanity’s shores of relief
Using his hate to cause others’ grief
Believing his hate doesn’t really exist

He’ll rationalize his blatant desire
To prove he’s great in English prose
He’ll twist the facts to let him compose
Lies of hate in his liberal attire

He sits among the rotten dead
Exposing himself to the dangerous disease
Of the weak-kneed liars who want to appease
And bow down before The Chosen One’s head